Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.